The next morning, although Fidget wasn't in his bear transformation, he still wasn't feeling his best. He threw up in a toilet. Basil saw it happen. "Are you feeling alright?" Basil asked.

Fidget shook his head.

"Okay, go back to bed," Basil ordered and Fidget immediately did as he was told.

Hiram Flaversham and Olivia showed up out of their rooms.

"Flaversham. Olivia. Keep an eye on Fidget while I'm gone," Basil informed.

"Where are you going, Mr. Basil?" Olivia asked him.

"To the library, where Dawson and I can check out a book that will have a cure to Fidget's predicament."

"Are you bringing Toby along?" Olivia inquired again.

"No, I don't always have to bring Toby," Basil replied, shaking his head, "Instead, Dr. Dawson and I will walk to the library. Toby can watch over and keep Fidget company, too. Of course, maybe Fidget would want someone to play with. Just not when he's feeling sick."

The Flavershams couldn't help but salute at his remark.

"He'll be fine as long as you give him plenty of water and food and he'll need a lot of rest."

"We'll make sure all these things are handled with care," Mr. Flaversham said.

"Where's Fidget?" asked Olivia.

"He's in bed, sleeping," Basil answered.

"Okay."

"When you're ready, take him to Toby's and be sure Toby will be gentle with him."

"We will," Mr. Flaversham said.

"Ready Dawson?" Basil asked.

"Ready Basil," Dr. Dawson replied and left for the library, "To the library we go."

"Now, let's let Fidget sleep for a while because that monstrous curse has taken hold of him," Mr. Flaversham told his daughter.

"Yes, father. He'll be okay, won't he?" Olivia wanted to know.

"I hope so," he replied solemnly, "But I think he will." And they trudged downstairs.

Fidget opened his eyes and closed them back up.

Mrs. Judson, Basil's housekeeper was fixing the Flavershams breakfast. "Good morning, Flavershams," she greeted, "How have things been?"

"Okay, I guess," Olivia answered weakly.

"We were just concerned about Fidget's safety and when he'll recover from his beastly condition that he's in," Olivia's father answered for her.

"You know? Basil talked to me about it last night," Mrs. Judson told them, "I made you breakfast."

For breakfast, they had pancakes, attempting to keep their minds off the bat. Everything will be fine, they thought, Everything will be fine.

…

Ratigan, in his lair, was overlooking his encounter he had with Fidget last night. "That bat made me cry last night! He broke my heart!" he fumed through angry tears until he relieved himself, "But his sleep will just be as deep as the Thames! Yes, I'll simply just drop a barbarate into his tea when he isn't looking. That way, when he drinks it, he wouldn't suspect any cruel thing I will do to him." He laughed evilly at the thought; it amazed him! "As soon as I drug him, I'll take him to the dock, tie him to an anchor, haul him down with a rope, and in the Thames he goes!" He cackled some more.

…

At Toby's, when Fidget was feeling a little better, Olivia told him a story to entertain him, helping him forget about his werebear condition. The bat appeared to like the story she was telling him, the kind that doesn't remind him of his illness. It was about the time when her kindhearted mother was still alive.

"Your mom sounds nice and pretty," Fidget mused.

"It's because she is, Fidget," Olivia giggled.

Fidget cuddled with her. "You mean so much to me, Livy," he said.

Toby motioned toward him and sniffed his bad wing. "That's where I was bitten, Toby," Fidget warned steadily, "So, be careful, okay?"

Toby whimpered.

"Don't worry, Basil will find a cure for me and it'll all get better," Fidget assured him as he pet him.

The dog nodded and licked him as his way of cheering him up. Fidget giggled slightly and hugged him. "Oh, Toby, you have a way of making things better, don't you?"

Mr. Flaversham watched inwardly at this tender bittersweet moment and stroked Toby's head lovingly.

"Fidget, I think it's lunchtime," Olivia said.

"She's right, we don't want you passing out," Mr. Flaversham assented.

"Already? Okay then," Fidget said, standing up and walking with them, "If you insist."

…

At the library, a white young female mouse librarian with long, brown, wavy hair asked Basil and Dawson, "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"We're looking for a book about a cure for were-animal transformation," Basil replied.

The librarian took off her reading glasses and said, "It's on the Science Fiction section."

"Thank you," Basil said and sauntered over to the book shelf in the Sci-Fi section. A book that involves a cure for a were-animal disease was bound to be helpful.

Dr. Dawson found a book that displays a were-animal's features and checked it out.

After Basil checked out his book, he said, "Thank you again."
"Have a good day, you two," the librarian said as the two marched out of the library.

…

Mrs. Judson felt Fidget's forehead. "It feels a little warm to the touch," Mrs. Judson said, "But Basil and Dawson will arrive soon."

The peg legged bat smiled meekly.

In a short while, Basil and Dawson had arrived. "Hello, how is Fidget doing today?" Basil asked.

"I'm okay, I guess," Fidget said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I found a cure and I'll get on with it as soon as possible."

"You're the best!" Fidget beamed throwing up his wings in appreciation.

"Have you been drinking enough water, Fidget?" Dr. Dawson asked the eager bat.

"Mhm and thanks to Livy and her dad," Fidget replied.

"Dawson, let's get on with it, shall we?" Basil urged.

"Right away, Basil," Dr. Dawson answered and they started off experimenting a cure for Fidget.

"Mr. Basil, how long is this going to take?" Mrs. Judson asked.

"However long it takes, Mrs. Judson," Basil answered, "As long as this cure works, it'll be quite alright. I'm sure of it."

…

That night, Fidget became delirious as he reflected on his hideous werebear form and his high body temperature, yet in his heavy heart, he refused to take it out on anyone else. All in all, he detested being in this situation, mostly because Ratigan had bitten him in his bear form. "I don't want to hurt anyone," he said to himself sadly, alone in his thoughts. The bat…err…bear especially couldn't present himself for comfort from his close ones who cared about him. Without doing any more harm to himself and everyone else, Fidget vanished away from the house.

By the time he left the interior of Basil's flat, his high temperature dropped down to normal.

His solitude broke into an abrupt stop when the detective followed him. Was he stalking the bat in his bear form? "Fidget, I need to tell you something."

Fidget turned face to face with him because he didn't take Basil's following as stalking, but rather, protecting. "What is it?" he asked.

"I have a cure for you right here," Basil replied, lifting up a needle.

Fidget gasped at the sight and covered his mouth with one paw in dread. He hated needles!

To be continued…

AN: Near the end of this chapter, I was originally going to have Fidget get mad at Basil for some reason, take his anger out on him, and demand for a cure right away, but I decided not to go to that route. As always, I try to keep Fidget and each character in general in character because I thought of Fidget as more of a person who doesn't want to hurt anyone or take his anger out on people, in spite his werebear ailment he is in. Overall, I might be doing a great job.

*A barbarate is a sleeping pill. If you get a large dose, you will die.